Dinner Time

Hannah whimpered with how **** she was, the extremeness of her bondage made it impossible for her to wriggle or struggle. She was naked; her legs stretched to or beyond their limit, toes pointed, body aching, stomach flexing as she struggled to control her panicked breathing.

She glanced to the door as it opened, her breath hitching in a pained gasp, expecting to see Arnold’s boots… instead she heard a bell and saw… Hooves?

It took her a moment to process what she was seeing.

A pair of feminine legs stood in the doorway, ending in a pair of distinctly bovine, cloven hooves. No, not actual hooves, Hannah realised, but **** wedge heeled boots with platforms that looked like hooves. The boots themselves were black and white, like cow print, and stretched up to the woman’s mid thighs, hugging her shapely legs like a second skin.

Another of Arnold's victims... his freaks...? How many people were in his 'Circus'?

Hannah craned her neck with another moan of helpless effort to be able to see the woman that had entered the room. The sight made Hannah's already distorted sense of reality slip even further.

The woman was dressed in the most tight-fitting club dress Hannah had ever seen. Her curvaceous form barely contained by the cow-print material. The dress connected to the boots by garter straps, and from beneath Hannah could see a very cow-like tail swinging… she didn’t want to think about how it was connected to the woman.

What disturbed Hannah the most though was the sight of the woman’s chest. Not only were her breasts almost impossibly huge but she had four of them! Sticking out of a deliberate cut-out in her dress, the woman’s 4 bare breasts sat in a tight group, one pair above the other.

Her hair was dyed brilliant white and she wore a headband with two distinct cow-like ears and horns attached, and a cowbell hung on a thick black collar around her neck.

“Well look at you!” The woman cooed at the sight of Hannah, her voice dripping with the thick cream of a southern belle, “Arnold said you were a treat but, mmmm, I could just lick you up!”

The bound blonde was too alarmed by the sight of the four breasted cow-woman to respond, she glanced to Brielle for help, only to watch the gagged woman’s eyes drop submissively.

Fuck.

“My name’s Daisy,” The cow-girl smiled with a sigh, “Or Buttercup, or Milky-Tits, or really anything you want – what’s yours?”

Hannah whimpered, unable to move or hide herself, “Your breasts…?!”

“Funny name.” Daisy dripped with sarcasm as the cloven hooves stepped closer. “Don’t you go frettin darlin’, my udder is only half natural. Arnold knew I had a talent for lactatin’, but these big heavy milkers needed some support, so he gave me a second pair to hold up the first!”

Hannah moaned in terror – this woman had been changed. Modified into a caricature of a cow, and she was happy about it!

“P-p-please untie me…”

“You know I can’t do that darlin’ – you’re training. But I did bring you some dinner, if I can interest you in something that’s not your own pussy?” she giggled, holding up a pair of silver dishes and shaking her head to make the bell at her neck clang noisily. Hannah cringed, tugging frantically with her thighs and only causing them to tense painfully. Despite herself she had to admit that she was hungry and thirsty – she had no idea how long she’d been **** but her body did.

I’m starving. Untie me and I can eat… please…

“Please…”

Hannah’s vision was filled with Daisy’s hooves as she lowered the bowls right in front of her face. One was filled with a thick pink slop, while the other was empty. Hannah moaned, flexing her neck as Daisy pushed the bowls under her nose with her toe.

“Y-y-you can’t be serious…” She whimpered, frantically – they really meant for her to stay like this while she ate? Without the use of her hands, she’d be no better than a dog lapping at its dinner. She tried to look up at Brielle again for help but the woman was stood stoically still, her eyes fixed to Daisy's breasts.

“Salmon, Sweet Potato, Eggs, Ricotta... all blended up for ya darlin’… everything a stretching girl needs!” Daisy declared proudly, “Are ya thirsty?”

Hannah whimpered, sniffing weakly in shame as she stared at the bowls in front of her, her bare, stretched pussy only inches further away. She didn’t want to but she was salivating, she was hungry, she was thirsty.

Was this it? Some sick Pavlovian conditioning? Put her food next to her pussy and make her eat like that? The terrifying truth for Hannah was that as her stomach growled, she feared it might work.

“Y-y-yes” Hannah admitted, unthinking, she needed to drink… she needed…

The blonde squealed in horror as she watched a jet of white milk spray into the empty dish. It was thick and hot, steaming as stream after stream impacted the bowl. Hannah pulled her head away as far as she could to not get splashed, moaning anxiously as she could only watch in horror as the cow-girl milked herself into her bowl.

When it was about half filled Daisy stopped and Hannah felt her shadow step back, “Bon appetite!” she said ditzily, without a hint of French inflection. “Brielle, be a darlin and bring the bowls back when y’all are done for the night?”

Hannah watched Brielle’s heel lift and heard her jangling locks as she nodded.

“Well alright, y’all have fun!” Daisy giggled again before she turned on her hooves and strode back out of the room with a heavy clunk of the door, leaving Hannah staring at her 'dinner' as her body continued to ache. How much longer would Brielle keep her like this?!